Thinking it would be quiet, I came back to my apartment this afternoon to work on Sunday's sermon. It's hard for me to write in my office - too many interruptions and distractions, and I needed some space from the anxiety hanging in the air on students' first day of final exams. Instead of quiet, I came home to find that my neighbor is blaring his music. He's usually really quiet, and since he's a medical resident specializing in brain surgery, he's allowed whatever stress outlets he needs. But of all the days... There's also a descant of kids screaming outside as they sled on the new layer of icy snow that fell yesterday.
After a moment of being annoyed, I realized that this noise might be really helpful to any sermonizing that might happen today. Instead of the stressful, hushed quiet of students studying for finals that surrounded me in the office, these are the sounds of play. I've been taking myself and my work entirely too seriously. I spent the last 2 days with my two-year-old nephew and was reminded how to play. So bring on the noise. And maybe I'll get some writing done... someday!
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